To celebrate Armed Forces Day weekend, Ship 25 departed for the Washington Navy Yard
right after school on Thursday, 16 May 2002 and then stayed in D.C. through the
next day. The youth participants assured the Skipper that the fact that they got an
excused absence from school for Friday had absolutely NOTHING to do with
their eagerness to sign up for this trip. Thursday evening was spent
enjoying the music of the U.S. Navy Brass Quintet in concert at the Washington
Navy Yard. Selections included old-favorites such as "Anchors
Aweigh" (surprise, surprise!) and the new world premier performance
of a bugle piece written by one of the quintet.

Then it was on to the National City Christian Church at 5 Thomas Circle NW
for overnight berthing. This church is a huge cathedral only blocks from the
White House, and was the regular house of worship for President Lyndon B.
Johnson. Upon our arrival, Church Sexton and Security Officer Harry Bell
gave us the "fear of God" tour of the Church, with such inspiring
admonitions as, "If you hear gunshots or screams outside the church, just
ignore them," "Don't open these outside doors for
ANYONE," and our all-time favorite: "Sometimes street people
come into the church during the day, hide behind the pews, and them come out at
night. Get a good night's sleep." Thus reassured, we circled
the wagons, strapped on our rigging knives, and dozed fitfully. Pleasantly
surprised to find we were actually still alive the following morning, we set off
in search of FOOD. Amazing discovery: there is only ONE McDonalds in
Northwest DC, and it's on the wrong side of the street for Arlington-bound
traffic. Arriving at Arlington National Cemetery only a LITTLE hungry, we
got see the grave of President Kennedy, watch the changing of the guard at the
Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, observe an Army wreath-laying ceremony, and witness
an actual burial, complete with horse-drawn caisson, band, flag-folding, rifle
volley, and taps.

Our next stop was the Navy Memorial behind the National Archives building on
the Mall. We were just in time to watch the U.S. Navy Ceremonial Drill
Team perform at another wreath-laying ceremony. Then we went inside to
tour the Navy exhibits. It just so happed that a Rear Admiral in full
dress whites complete with sword was visiting, and he was kind enough to come
over, say a few words of encouragement to us Sea Scouts, and shake our
hands. We also got to meet one of our Skipper's old Navy buddies from his
Viet Nam gunline sea tour onboard USS EDSON (DD-946). Former ship's yeoman
(YN3) Larry Brown, now Attorney Larry Brown, U.S. Department of Justice,
Environmental Enforcement Division, told the crew tall tales about the Skipper
in his younger days, which the skipper later assured us were probably total
fabrications. Then it was back to the Washington Navy Yard for a personal
guided tour of the Navy Museum facility by Assistant Director of Education,
Karen Hill, and docent George ____. "Where are you from?" asked
George. "York, PA," we replied. "Well, I'm a York
High graduate, class of 194_," replied George, with evident delight.
You can be sure we got the DELUXE tour, including behind-the-scenes views of
exhibits not normally opened to the public.

The Skipper then acted as our tour guide for a whirlwind visit to the USS
BARRY (DD-933), a Forrest Sherman class anti-submarine warfare destroyer berthed
at the Navy Yard. BARRY is a sister ship to EDSON, the Skipper's old
ship. The Skipper was heard to make remarks such as, "Arrrrrrrgh,
it's great to be a sea again!" and "They just don't build 'em like
this anymore." ["Probably for a good reason," thought the
rest of us.]

The final stop at the Navy Yard was McDonalds. AT LAST! Then we
hiked five blocks uptown to the United State Marine Barracks, 8th and I Streets,
Washington, D.C. to wait in line for the general admission tickets for the USMC
Sunset Parade. Our enthusiasm caused us to be there three hours early, so
you can be sure we were at the head of the line. It started to cloud over,
and then began to rain intermittently. Fortunately, we were right at a
local bus stop, so it sheltered us from the downpour. Out in the streets,
Marines in full dress uniforms directed traffic oblivious to the deluge.
"If it ain't rain'in, it ain't train'in," said one. Marine
Sergeant Kurtis Zeigler, immaculate in his parade dress blues, happened on by
and chatted with us while we were waiting. In response to our request, he
demonstrated the correct procedure for a perfect about-face. He then
invited our crew into the Marine Barracks itself where we visited the gift shop
to chat with other Marines while waiting for 2000 hours when the Commandant
would make the final decision on whether or not to cancel the parade due to the
inclement weather. Another sergeant at the barracks gift shop counter was
so impressed with our crew that he gave us free USMC mugs. (Don't tell the
General Accounting Office!). Sergeant Zeigler then invited us into the
"inner sanctum" of the barracks, the Enlisted Men's Club. He
arranged for us to have free use of the video game machines there. To our
amazement, the games were of the "shoot-em up, blow them up"
variety. At this point, the word came down that the Commandant had indeed
canceled the parade - a very rare occurrence. However, with lightning
predicted, and not wishing to have his Marines standing in the middle of an open
parade field with the fixed bayonets on their rifles acting as lightning rods,
it was obviously the correct decision. The friendly gift shop Marine
provided the Skipper with a professional quality video tape of what a Sunset
Parade is actually like, so we did get to see a typical parade, albeit virtual,
from a far better vantage point than our general admission tickets would
have provided us anyway.

The Skipper kept the Suburban (aka "the Ark") in the channel for
home while the rest of the crew caught up on some much-needed sleep. We
knew we'd be getting up at 0 dark thirty the next morning to help the Bo'sun
with his Eagle project. But that's another
story...... Here are some
pics from your Sea Scout Eyewitness News Team:

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Matt, Tim, Greg, Isaiah, and Amanda Rose pose respectfully at the grave of
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who was a U.S. Navy PT Boat skipper during
World War II.

The crew pauses at the grave of the Skipper's father, George Hay Kain, Jr., a
First Class Scout in his youth, and a Captain in the Judge Advocate General's
Department, United States Army Air Corps, during World War II. Also
interred here is the Skipper's mother, Sara Ruth Kain, who served in the
American Red Cross Motor Corps during that same war.

At the Tomb of the Unknown Solder, the Tomb Guard, a member of the 3rd Infantry
Division (The Old Guard), pauses the required 21 seconds before executing a left
face and marching 21 paces to the other end of his route.

The Sergeant of the Guard commands the visitors to maintain dignified silence
during the up-coming changing of the guard.

The Sergeant of the Guard inspects the the M-1 rifle of the Relief Guard.
The Sergeant had the mien of a man who would "take no prisoners."

Off-going and on-coming Tomb Guards receive their orders from the Sergeant of
the Guard.

The off-going Tomb Guard and the Sergeant march off as the new Tomb Guard begins
his rounds.

Why do land Scouts often become Sea Scouts? Well, we've got better-looking
uniforms, for one reason.

The Skipper was pleased to see the crew standing at parade rest during the
ceremony without being asked. Obviously, drill practice for Regatta is
beginning to pay off.

We're proud to tell the world what Ship we are and where we're from.

Skipper Kain and Sea Scout Landing Party at the Amphitheater, Tomb of the
Unknown Soldier, Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, VA.

Sea Scout Tim contemplates whether he would like to addressed as His Royal
Highness, King Tim the First, or whether this would be a great way to redecorate
the Ship's Boatswain's Chair after (someday) he gets elected Boatswain. In
your dreams, Tim!

Sea Scout Mom Bev Timmons wonders whether the Skipper is really correct in his
assertion that the Cat 'o Nine Tails is still sanctioned by the BSA Safe
Scouting Guide for use by Sea Scout Skippers on errant Sea Scouts.

Rare Matthew Brady Civil War color photograph recently discovered among the
archives of the Navy Museum showing the reaction of the crew of the flagship
U.S.S.
HOUSTON as Admiral Farragut gives his immortal command at the Battle of
Mobile Bay, "Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!"